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December 9, 2012

Safe Haven - Snakeshit

[...Posted by Ted H]

Oh...My...GOD!
Yeah, I'm back. 's what happens when your laptop dies and all the other authors have long since abandoned the site. Old laptop died: Oct 31...new laptop acquired and set up: Dec 1....I don't find that amusing since I missed literally all of NaNoWriMo 2012...Still managed to get some things out on my old desktop, but it wasn't the same. I'll wrap the year up with the things I managed to write, then start some new stuff for the new year (If there even IS a new year after 12/21!!!!!!)

The first part of this technically was written before November, but whatever...enjoy.

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[Safe Haven - Snakeshit]

“Stupid fucking…fucking bitch…fucking…” Kyle mumbled to
himself as he and Nick walked down an empty street after curfew. “I missed
this,” Mean said with a grin as Kyle ignored him and continued to talk under
his breath. They were nowhere near their usual route, instead Kyle was leading
the way back to the whore house. Nick had tried to inform him that the place
was abandoned and Perry was long gone, but Kyle couldn’t be deterred.

“First thing I did was go there,” Nick said but Kyle
continued his march. The only hope was that maybe a random squatter decided to
take up residence, which would provide a poor sucker for Kyle to take his
aggression out on. If not, then things were going to be real boring, with a lot
of angry mumbles.

As expected, the whore house was empty. Anything of value
was gone and the foyer was as dark and devoid as the other buildings on the
street, save for a few dozen extra bullet holes in the walls. Kyle walked towards
the staircase, his footsteps echoing as he disappeared from the streetlights
reach, Nick having no interest in following.

“What the fuck is this?” Kyle asked aloud as Nick snuck
in and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. “What are we looking at?”
he asked as he focused on what Kyle was pointing at; a single knife discarded
to the side of the stairs. “Wow, we missed a weapon in cleanup, thank God you’re
here,” Nick said sarcastically as Kyle’s arm flinched to strike him, but
instead picked up the knife. “It’s an enforcer knife,” he said through his
teeth, Nick still lost as to why this was an issue. “A lot of people were in
and out of here after the riot,” Nick started “Someone probably-”

“They’re mocking us!” Kyle screamed “Why would anyone need
their knife, let alone leave it here? Do you know who this belongs to?” Nick
shrugged, getting annoyed and surveying the dark for all the bloodstains on the
floor. “I don’t care,” he said as he focused on the blood mark that Kyle had
left, which was a lot bigger than Nick first remembered.

“It’s Bell’s blade! Fucking Juan!” Kyle screamed “These
fucking assholes are mocking us!” Nick said nothing as Kyle hurled the knife
across the room, the blade flying end over end until its handle knocked into
the wall, ricocheting it to the floor.

“You don’t know that.” Nick said with a level of calmness
that surprised even himself. “Fuck you,” Kyle said as he kicked the bottom step
and stared up into the darkness of the second floor. “No, fuck you,” Nick
responded, the calmness in his voice gone as suddenly as it was there, “Every
time you see that bitch, you come back all angsty and it gets fucking old real
fast.” Kyle didn’t bother turning around.

“That bitch is damaged goods,” Nick continued “Hell, you’re
damaged goods. The last thing anyone needs is you two getting together for any
reason. At least you do something. She just sits around, pissing and moaning.”
Kyle shook his head and said “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The hell I don’t!” Nick called out “I’m pretty much
repeating word for word what you said the last time you fucking crawled back to
her.”

“No one’s crawling back to anyone,” Kyle quickly shot
out.

“Yeah, ok,” Nick said while rolling his eyes, “Cuz I see
her all the time around our joint asking bout you, right? And you’re only going
by her place cuz Plain Girl is such enlightening conversation. Shouldn’t have brought
either of those bitches here with us. Should’ve left both their asses to burn
at-”

Footsteps in the adjacent hall caused both men to drop
the conversation and ready their guns. “Friendly,” someone said as they slowly
entered with their arms raised. “Snakeshit?” Kyle asked as he lowered his
rifle. “Yeah,” Snakeshit replied “So please don’t kill me.”

“It may have been the drugs, but I specifically remember
telling you to take it to Slain,” Kyle said as he made a face. “Slain didn’t
want any,” Nick protested “Said he had more important shit to figure out. So I
went to Snakeshit.” Kyle sighed as Snakeshit attempted to blow smoke rings. “Mother
fucker’s trying to find some random woman and he has the gall to say that’s
more important,” Kyle mumbled as Nick approached Snakeshit. “So what the fuck
took you so long?” he asked. “I had shit to do,” Snakeshit said as he took an
obnoxious drag.

Snakeshit was a notorious pain in the ass around Safe
Haven. He had actually been fired from the position for being an insufferable
ass, though the General formally claims that it was for never remembering his
radio and in some events, spare ammo. After the riot, he was allowed back in
because of the need for men. Within a week, he had pissed off his new partner
so much, that he refused to patrol with him. He ended up tasked to sort through
recovered items from the riot which put him in a unique spot for Nick to
approach him with a request.

“I don’t believe you. What, you forgot?” Nick said as
Kyle walked over. “Fuck, I’m here now aren’t I?” Snakeshit said as he rummaged
through his pocket for the bullet and handed it back. “And…” Nick said
impatiently. “Nothing," Snakeshit said as he took another drag “Nothing that I’ve
seen before.”

“Then why are you here?” Kyle asked flatly. “I was in the
pimp’s office,” Snakeshit said “Looking at bullet casings.”

“And?” Kyle asked but Snakeshit instead took another
drag. Kyle then walked up and took the cigarette. “You take another fucking
drag and I will rip your jaw off,” he threatened “Now why were you here looking
at casings?”

Snakeshit was taken aback and annoyed, but he continued. “Whatever
gun shot you, it wasn’t anything us ResEs are allowed to have. All the casings
in there though are for weapons we have but I couldn’t find any for that bullet
so I’m thinking revolver or something. But no, it’s not from the same gun that
killed Bell.”

“Fucking useless,” Kyle said as he walked away. “Well
what the fuck do you want from me?” Snakeshit asked as he went for a new
cigarette. “Here,” Nick said as he pulled out the printout Slain gave him right
before curfew “That’s the guy.” Snakeshit looked at the paper and arched an
eyebrow. “You want me to find the guy?” he asked. “Unless you wanna go back and
sort through junk at the Hub,” Nick responded and walked away.

“You gave him the printout?” Kyle asked with an annoyed
look as he stood in the entrance and looked into the street. “I know you’re
obsessing over him so much that you already have it memorized,” Nick responded “Mickey
might be an ass, useless most of the time, but I know he occasionally comes
through.” Kyle turned his head to look at Nick for a beat before walking. “He
forgot his radio again,” he said as he left.